Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 16:40:55 EDT
From: Bart384@aol.com
Subject: Getting Graduated
Getting Graduated
by Bart Hanks (bart384@aol.com)
With graduation just two weeks away and us leaving this high school forever,
some of us that had played football together for the past four years thought
if we had any scores to settle or people we wanted to get, we'd better do it
now because we knew we'd never have the chance again. Not that we'd had that
many chances in the past, actually, but we liked to think we had.
There were a few great moments, like team initiation or getting into the
letter club, but even with those we had the coach supervising or maybe the
danger of him walking up and catching us and busting our butts red for it.
So like I say, if we wanted to pay anybody back or get to really do somebody,
now was just about our last chance. Some guys really needed to be gotten bad
- like say Patrick, who thinks he's the sexiest guy who ever lived. He walks
around the locker room with nothing on, that hose between his legs sort of
swaying long from side to side. But I'm sure a lot of guys would like to do
something to him, and I had someone else I had sort of been thinking of.
I know I'd had in mind doing something to Squirrel. Jimmy, actually, but all
his friends called him Squirrel. He was always so eager eyed and has the
kind of smile that looked like either he had a really hot secret or that he
was up to something. Most of the time it was that he was up to something.
Like when he went off to camp that summer when he was 14. All that year he
had kept insisting that people call him The Ejaculator. And guys who came
back from the camp told us in the fall that he beat off so much that summer
that his spine stuck out.
We weren't surprised. Once he discovered jerking off, he practically went on
marathons. I thought it would tire a guy out, but it never seemed to phase
him. What did surprise me, although I never told anybody, was that in the
showers and stuff, when I could get a look at his dick, it wasn't really any
bigger than it had been before he started on the heavy poll rolling.
He must have inherited some Spanish or Mexican blood somewhere in the past,
since he was brown skinned and smooth with black hair and eyebrows that were
bushy over his soft mischievous brown eyes. He was starting to get a little
taller by then, and one day in the showers when everybody was busy with
different stuff, I came up behind him while his eyes were shut against the
shower stream coming down on his face, and I wrapped one arm around him and
half lifted him, while with my other hand I took one of my soapy fingers and
slipped it up his ass.
It went in quick, and I couldn't really get it in far, but he let out a
squeal and I could feel his butt muscles contract around it, and as he
twisted to get free I gave it a quick back and forth thrust, and his dick
threw a bone right away. People turned to look and I pulled my hand away and
let him go, and he turned around and started trying to cuss at me.
But I played innocent and said "Why do you get a hard on every time you
shower next to me? If you don't stop doing that and quit squealing when I
have to push you away, I'm not ever going to let you next to me again."
He was so mad he could have spit. But the other guys laughed and some of
them pointed at him and kept calling "Boner! Boner! Squirrel's got a boner!"
That dick head looked pretty good, too. His dick curved upward, not to one
side but just up like it wanted to go up and over in a loop almost. Being
circumcised, that head really shown with the soap and water, and it truly
looked like he had been beating the hell out of it. And for a moment I gave
some thought to grabbing that thing of his and doing the same with it.
But people were scattering and we toweled off and as he and I sat on the
bench by our lockers getting dressed, he leaned over as he was pulling on his
socks and said, "That damn finger of yours almost tore me up. Why'd you give
it such a hell of a thrust?" He had a rueful look on his face.
That made me feel bad. I hadn't really meant to hurt him, and I tried to let
him know. "I just wanted to see what it was like. And I noticed you threw a
boner the minute I got it up there."
"You would have too. Damn I never had a feeling like that. And I'll show
you what I mean.' With that he made a grab for me, but since I was seated he
just grabbed in my direction. I moved my hand down between my legs to ward
him off, but he was too quick and he grabbed my dick by the head. For just
an instant his fingers grasp the tip, and it was ecstasy. I never felt a
touch like that before, soft, warm, eager.
"Ha! You're throwing a boner too!" He seemed gleeful and his eyes shone.
I knew from that moment that I wanted more of him.
But like all things when you're a Sophomore or Junior, you tell yourself
there's always time: time to get to know people, time to form friendships,
time to do things. You never think that time will ever start running out.
And so I let things slip by. Me and Squirrel got together some, but never
like that time in the shower. Oh there were a couple of times when I came up
behind him after practice when we were stripping down, and reached through
his legs and grabbed him by the balls, but nothing much came of it. One time
I got him by the dick like that and took him by surprise, and his well-worked
pecker got up to its full five inches right away.
But he let out a hoot and guys were turning around so he went down flat on
the floor like he had slipped and lay on his stomach a second. I knew what
had happened because that little dick of his went right up the second my hand
found it. So just to give him a bad time I said, "Here Squirrel, I'll help
you up" and before he could tell me not to, I reached under his arms and
lifted him up and guys could see that bone of his, and they started laughing
and pointing.
"Hey Squirrel, you been screwing the floor?" "Hey Squirrel, does having
somebody lift you up by your arm pits turn you on?" "Squirrel, what's the
matter? Haven't you been jerking your meat enough lately?"
He gave them the finger and headed for the showers, and I thought that was
that. But over the next few weeks, odd things started happening to me, and I
finally realized he was trying to get his revenge. Twice my jock strap had
hot stuff rubbed in it, and at practice my balls would feel like they were on
fire. After a couple of days of this, my balls started looking sort of sun
burned, and for my protection I started carrying a freshly washed jock strap
with me.
Of course Squirrel always gave himself away; he could never keep quiet. As
we would dress out, he would ask "Hey, why don't you use the strap you've
already got in your locker? Why are you bring a fresh jock?"
I just grinned and said nothing. But later in the shower after practice,
with him next to me, I looked at that fine, round, dimpled butt of his, so
smooth and brown and almost hairless and waiting to be touched. I reached
down and slid my soapy hand across his butt while his back was turned. He
trembled like a jolt of something exciting had just run through him, and he
turned and looked at me with a questioning half smile.
"My time will come" I said.
If he didn't know what I meant, he at least didn't ask.
But I knew that before we graduated, I would really get him and see how much
I could truly turn him on. My chance came when the coach asked several of us
to help get the gym and locker area and dressing rooms cleaned and ready to
be closed for the summer. Squirrel and I were assigned to scrubbing and
removing mold from the shower area. With graduation just two weeks away and
the rest of the classes getting ready for their finals, Squirrel and I went
to the showers wearing old cut offs and ripped T-shirts when classes were
finished for the day.
It was grubby work and we got hot and sweaty on our hands and knees, but
while we worked I thought I would psyche Squirrel out.
"You going to quit beating off after graduation?"
Without looking up, he grinned. "Why should I? It's too much fun."
One of the most interesting things about him was that he never had any guilt
feelings about anything.
"Well you ought to" I told him trying to sound serious. "You know that
studies have shown that a guy who keeps beating off after graduation never
quits. That means like if you get married and no matter how often you have
sex, there will still be times you'll be in the bathroom beating off. And
what if she walks in and finds you doing that?"
"I don't care. It's fun. Why shouldn't I have fun if I want to? As long as
I enjoy it, I'll never quit."
"So you aren't going to quit after we graduate?"
"No way. And hey, you beat off too. I know because that dick of yours
didn't get that way from loneliness."
"What do you know about my dick?" I asked him. "And besides, I can turn you
on just by touching you, and so I know what you think about when you beat
off."
He laughed in an embarrassed way and flushed and then shook his head. "No
you can't, and besides how do you know what I think about?"
We were almost finished. The building was empty and the afternoon was
getting late. I knew this was my chance.
"Let's stop for the day and get a shower, and I'll show you what I mean."
"Hey I'm not about to shower with you after the way you've been talking. I
wouldn't trust you around me with no clothes on." He was grinning and
shaking his head the whole time, but his eyes had that "squirrel" gleam in
them.
Since the coach had thoughtfully left some towels and soap for us to shower
with afterwards, we headed for the showers. And just like the way it had
been for the past four years, we stood next to each other. As I lathered up
with the soap, I decided to see how much I could turn him on.
"Man this feels good. All this nice lather all over my body and my chest,
going down my arms...and hey, you want me to rub your back with this soap
too?"
He had his back to me and he didn't turn around, just looked over his
shoulder and said "Sure, if you want to. Go ahead."
I took a deep breath to keep my dick from starting up, and then I began
slowly rubbing his shoulders and back. He stiffened, then quivered. I let
my hands slip down to his beautiful butt and began soaping and rubbing there.
I heard him gasp.
"See? All I have to do is touch you and you get excited." I continued
massaging his butt, and then added "Now I'll turn you around and see what we
have in front."
He stood rigid, but I slowly turned him and saw that pecker just as hard and
curved up with that head truly at full size, and I knew I had him.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his dick, gripping it like it was a
lever waiting to be pulled down, and he let out a gasp. With a violent
shaking all over, he shot off right in my hand.
I had no warning that he was that close to shooting off. In fact, I didn't
know that anybody could do it that quick. I dropped to my knees and got his
dick in my mouth, and caught the last couple of spurts of his cum. The head
was hot like it had its own little oven in it, and the cum was great. I
stroked his balls, still letting his dick stay in my mouth, and then I
reached behind him, moving along his crack, and inserted my finger up his
hole. His dick gave a sudden twitch as if it wanted to get back to attention
again. He was breathing heavily now and making little sounds that let me
know he was ready to keep going.
My dick was hard as a rock by then, and I turned him on his back and raised
his legs, putting his feet on my shoulders, and I prepared to enter that
wonderful rosebud asshole of his.
"Hold on tight, Squirrel, here comes something big." I began working it into
his virgin hole, and he twisted and grimaced. But Squirrel's tough, and he
can take a lot without showing pain. However, mine was a little much for him
and he grunted a few times. Once I had it in him, I stopped for a minute and
let us both catch our breath. Then I went for a deep plunge, and when I hit
a certain spot his eyes opened wide, he gasped and then his stomach muscles
twitched, and his dick sprang back into action. Between thrusts I started
working that head, using the tips of my fingers, and it really responded to
the touch.
Since he had just shot off a few minutes ago, I didn't think he could get
this hot this quick. His dick liked my action, and his butt did too, but
when I started rubbing my thumb across the piss slit where the precum was, he
looked like he was going into orbit. As he felt me start to shoot off inside
him, his eyes glazed and he reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders,
pulling me to him. He kissed me open mouthed at the same moment that his
dick fired off again.
We lay there in ecstasy, both of us grasping for air. Finally he gave be a
look of deep feeling, and he asked, "Wow, what was that we just did?"
"Well" a voice behind us said, "there are a lot of words for it, but I'll let
the rest of the guys tell you about that when I tell them what I just saw
here."
We looked around in shock. There was Patrick. At the moment he had his
pants on, but his fire hose of a dick was certainly packed in there good.
Damn! Of all the guys who might have unexpectedly walked it, it had to be
him. His whole attitude toward everybody was that he was better than them,
and he could put them in their place. And here we were, buck naked and with
cum dripping out of us in various ways. My dick was still slightly hard, but
it kind of stays that way most of the time anyway. I didn't look over at
Squirrel. I just turned to Patrick.
"What the hell are you doing here anyway? Didn't coach give you a job to do?"
"He sure as shit did, but I finished mine. So I thought I'd come here for a
shower."
"Well, we'll help you get a shower all right. Grab him, Squirrel!"
He obviously hadn't been thinking about us trying anything. He was surprised
when we both dove for him and we got him pinned down on the floor.
"Get his pants" I said.
He started to buck, but I had him pinned tight, sitting on his chest with his
arms held tight beneath my knees. Of course with me sitting naked on him
like that, it put my dick almost in his face.
"If you start to holler, I'm going to stuff this dick in your mouth, Patrick"
I told him in the toughest voice I could muster. I could feel his legs
trying to kick, and I figured Squirrel must have been having trouble down
that way. So to teach him who was in charge, I reached behind me, grabbing
him between the legs and squeezing his cock and balls. That was fun. And
then after that, he didn't struggle so much.
You can always tell when a guy's pants are coming down, even if you can't see
it happening. His eyes open wide, he gives a kind of a shiver, and then sort
of wiggles like he thinks he can stop it from happening. Then when you grab
his shorts, he knows it's all over and the most he can hope for is that
you'll give him his stuff back later.
The way Patrick used to walk around the locker room naked would have made me
think he wouldn't care if he got stripped or not, but from the look on his
face he really did.
"Hey" Squirrel said, "look at this."
I half twisted around but couldn't get enough of a view to see. Patrick
started going wild, twisting and all, but he was afraid to open his mouth
because my dick was too close to it (and too eager to get into it, if he only
knew the truth). "What?"
"His pubes. He's shaved his pubes." Squirrel roared with laughter.
"What?" I started laughing too. Patrick couldn't take that. Even with my
dick that close, he started cussing. I reached behind me and mover my hand
down his abdomen, feeling the soft, baby-like smooth skin. "Patrick, you do
amaze me."
"Squirrel, you still got your Polaroid?" I knew we had cleared our lockers
at the end of last week, but some guys still kept things in a back area of
the dressingroom.
He laughed. "I sure do. I'll go get it now." But before he went, he asked,
"What made you shave them, dude? Want everybody to get a better look at that
hose of yours?"
Patrick just clenched his teeth and said nothing. Squirrel pulled on his
cutoffs and went to get the camera. I figured I could get the information
while he was gone.
"So, Patrick, what's the story on the shaved pubes?" As I said it, I put
both hands on his chest and placed my fingers on his ribs. When he didn't
move, I began jabbing them along his ribs. At first his expression didn't
change, then suddenly he started laughing and jerking. "Ohhhh, nooo,
stop!!!" So Patrick was ticklish. I knew I had my work cut out for me. The
more I tickled, the more he laughed and squirmed. I really had him, all tall
and slender and golden, squirming under me. I could do anything I wanted.
I looked behind me and saw all this was having an effect on his dick as well.
It was starting up. It seemed to vibrate with his movements. I paused in
the tickling and reached back and gave it a few nice strokes, and he looked
like he would jump out of his skin. Then I rubbed the smoothly shaved crotch.
"Who did that, Patrick? Did you do it to yourself, or did somebody else?" I
kept rubbing his shaved area, and as his dick got longer it kept bobbing
against my hand.
Finally he said, "It was Fay's brother, that s.o.b from the Marines. He and
his buddies did it to me. He thought I'd been dicking Fay, and those guys
got me and shaved me and he said he figured I'd be too embarrassed to try
anything with her for a while after that."
That sounded interesting. "As smooth as you are, it must have just happened."
"Yeah. A couple of days ago. And then last night when I was coming home
about 9, they caught me and stripped me again and checked me out and said if
I didn't keep my hairs shaved down there, they were gonna do worse."
I thought about that a minute, and my dick got rock hard and I realized I
could totally get off on a kick like that. I wondered if I could figure a
way to get to watch it when they did it again.
"Here's the camera. Hey, you've got a real boner there Patrick." It's
things like that make Squirrel very happy.
"Well we're gonna take a picture of Patrick, and if he ever says anything
about us, we'll start showing it around. And I'll even get in touch with
Fay's brother."
"Who's Fay's brother?"
"A guy with a personal interest in Patrick." Patrick squirmed at that.
Squirrel got some gym tape and we taped Patrick's arms behind his back, and
then stood him up with his legs wide apart, and his dick pointing skyward,
and took several pictures. From the look on his face, he was horny as hell.
"Does getting shaved really turn you on?" I asked.
He didn't answer, but his dick bobbed and a little precum dripped.
"Does having guys photograph you naked turn you on?" I asked.
"I think it does" Squirrel said. He gathered the pictures and came over and
took Patrick's dick in his hand. "I've been waiting a long time to do this"
he said, and began a slow but methodical working of it. Patrick's balls
began to fill and draw up, and I knew he would cum soon.
"Shall I get a shot of him firing off?" I asked. Squirrel grinned and I took
up the camera.
I got close to it, and watched as the balls began a rising, and the dick
itself visibly throbbed. Patrick was anxious to shoot.
Squirrel stopped. "Let's wait a little" he said. Patrick looked at him in
bafflement and anger. "I want him to beg for it," he explained.
"Come on, man, finish me up. I need to go." He shifted and squirmed. I put
the camera down for a minute, and stroked his balls. They were generating
heat, and they were very full. He had a load on.
"You may need to go, but you need to cum first, and you won't cum until I'm
good and ready for you to cum."
I could tell that Squirrel enjoyed his power. After a few minutes he started
in again, and again he stopped when Patrick was on the brink. We went
through that five times until Patrick was covered with sweat and a pool of
precum lay at his feet. When he finally shot, it was six long streams that
went several feet out. I did get a good picture of it, one I'll be looking
at while I jerk off this summer. What makes it perfect is that Squirrel
sensed when Patrick was about to shoot, and he took his hand away so the
picture shows Patrick alone with his head thrown back and eyes wide, with his
knees slightly bent and his legs spread wide, while that long hairless
shaved dick of his shoots repeated streams of cum into the air.
When his dick quit dribbling, we set him loose. He promised he wouldn't tell
what he saw, and we promised to keep the pictures hidden. I could tell he
was mad as hell, and he did mention something to me about getting even. But
he left, and we finished dressing, and locked up the gym and went our
separate ways. I knew I'd see more of Squirrel. I wanted to see more of
Patrick as well. I wondered what this Marine connection was all about.
But for now, graduation lay ahead.
(The End)
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Note: I thought I might continue this story if there is any interest.
It is my first story. bart384@aol.com